What Is Your Favorite Ice Cream Flavor? (And Other Musings From Yesterday)

JD and I had a photo shoot yesterday. Now that the book is done the fun begins. Not that I didn't have fun writing Rattled! I did, I also had reoccurring anxiety attacks. But, fun times all around! Our last photo shoot was for the September issue of Glamour. We shot it when JD was about six months old. He wasn't really mobile. I had a baby handler. It was easy. JD even napped on said baby handler, Aunt Lo, at one point. Look how cute:

JD's lip curled up when the makeup artist started to do my eyes. He blubbered "No" over a sniffle, then a set of real tears rung from his eyes. I think he thought she was hurting me. Aunt Kateri was on hand because she works at one of the mags where we were shooting. She tried to comfort him. That didn't work so he sat on my lap and ate Baby Goldfish crackers, every so often giving the makeup lady a serious look, like when she took the scary eyelash curler out. I had a spinal fusion and a c-section and even I was scared of that torture device. Something about metal + squeezing + eyeball just doesn't do it for me. I survived. JD giggled when the makeup lady brushed powder on his cheeks. Then tried to lick the brush. Awesome.

Matt showed up at one point (he also works in the building) and chased JD around the studio where he begged the test kitchen ladies for strawberries by extending his little paw to them and batting his eyelashes. I packed cheese, grapes, crackers, milk and juice. Kid wanted berries. Of course he did. He managed to get them all over his new vintage inspired Pink Floyd shirt. Of course he did. Oh well--it washed out. I'm so effing domestic. I can get stains out now. Seriously. During the shoot JD flirted with the camera and posed like a pro--then he wiggled out of my arms and basically quit. The photog got his shot so it was all good but it seriously got me thinking about kid actors and models. I promptly texted Aunt Nic telling her to never let me be a stage mom. Ever. It's too much work--for THE KID. Are you a stage mom? We talked about this once before on Storked!

When we got home we inhaled chicken parm and pasta--takeout all the way. We were both exhausted. JD fell asleep in my arms under a blanket while I chatted with GF Carlo who asked me a million Qs about the shoot and if I mentioned him at all. No, Carlo, I didn't. But you're in every chapter of my book, so no worries.

After I tucked JD into his crib I ate some Ciao Bella. Remember when I mentioned how I bought a freezer-burned pint and was sad? Well, the PR people at Ciao Bella read Storked! and sent me some fresh pints. How cool is that? Seriously. I got home the other day after running errands with JD and there was a ginormous box on our stoop. It was really weird and awesome to open a box of ice cream on dry ice. I felt kind of important. It reminded me of the time I went on a really incredible press trip to Costa Rica courtesy of a lingerie co. and stayed at The Four Seasons. Every time I left my room someone snuck in and put orchids on my pillows and left coconut truffles on my night table. Heaven. The pool guy sprayed me with Evian. Seriously. So when the ice cream arrived I was like, ah, perks/memories. Then JD touched a piece of dry ice and it stung like a bee and he started fake crying and I realized, nope, not important. Just a mom in NJ with a really cute kid--and a lot of ice cream. But I wonder if I write about Manolos, ahem, Manolos, if someone will send me some size 9s. *I kid, I kid. *